O Christmas Tree on Boxing Day – A Very Silly Version

Now, it being the day after Christmas and me deciding a blog post is still a good idea, I had many thoughts on what to do. These included but were not limited to:

A clever round-up of Boxing Day traditions from around the world

A thoughtful look back at 2018 and what the year has brought

An inspiring piece on the importance of looking after oneself now the build-up to Christmas is gone and things perhaps feel a little flat and empty

A helpful suggested reading list for Boxing Day

A … a recipe for leftover Brussels sprouts

I don’t care how pretty they are. They’re just small, bitter cabbages. Bitter because they never got to grow to full, cabbagey glory…

And all of these seem like very reasonable ideas (except for the Brussels sprouts. They’re leftover for a reason, and nothing the SO does with them is going to convince me otherwise). But it’s also Boxing Day (okay, actually Christmas Eve as I’m writing this. What? I was working on Beaufort’s book 3 all last week, and kind of forgot about blogs…), and I feel very unmotivated to do anything that is in any way clever, thoughtful, inspiring or helpful, or involves miniature cabbages.

O Christmas Tree on Boxing Day

O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree,
Thy leaves are so persistent.
O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree,
They live on in the carpet.
It was fun when we brought you home,
But now the novelty is gone.
That Christmas tree, that Christmas tree,
I think the dog’s peed on it.

O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree,
You’re wilting rather sadly.
O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree,
Please don’t take this too badly.
While you still look good in the dark
(And I relate to that remark),
O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree,
I think it’s time to leave me.

O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree,
It’s been fun having you here.
O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree,
You filled the house with festive cheer.
But now your pot’s begun to stink,
and your lights are on the blink,
So Christmas tree, O Christmas tree,
Let’s call it quits till next year…

And now I’ll make myself scarce before anyone starts throwing tomatoes – or old Christmas trees – at me. I hope you had a wonderful, restful Christmas if that’s something you celebrate, lovely people, and if it’s not, I hope your December has been wonderfully calm and relaxed! Let me know what you’ve been up to below, and tell me your favourite holiday song!

This is perfect. And kudos on the lack of brussels sprouts recipe! Our younger son was reading an Instagram post to us last night from a guy who’d pranked his dad a few Christmases ago by wrapping brussels sprouts in Ferrero Rocher wrappers. Then the next year, he did nothing to prank him, so now this year his dad trusts him again . . . but the guy took it up a notch and DIPPED the brussels sprouts in chocolate before wrapping them and resealing the box. Then he watched through the kitchen doorway the next morning while his dad snuck one of the treats. His description of his dad’s multitude of expressions had us rolling with laughter.